[Wataru's skin, just as pale, doesn't glow like Eichi's. He sees the moonbeams fall on Eichi's skin and he's seized with jealousy, with wanting his light on Eichi to be stronger and more gentle and more lovely than some mere heavenly body.
Eichi's hips rock down to meet his, and dignity be damned, Wataru can't help crying out delightedly, feeling warmth radiate up into his torso. Everywhere Eichi touches is graced with electricity. And to know that he's been waiting for this...!
Their lips meet, and Wataru gives in completely, no need for words, no need to communicate with anything but warm, needy movements of hips, the tangle of tongues and the sweetest press of lips.
Another gasp, and his fingers are curved against Eichi's chest, seeking more, seeking his affection, his never ending tolerance. Someday, someday, will he see more than what they have now? Is this a prelude, or a death knell for how things are now? He doesn't care, as he obediently runs his hands beneath Eichi's arms and drags his nails down his eternal lover's back. Breaking the kiss only enough to breathe against Eichi's lips, he says his name like a desperate prayer, soft, gentle, pleading.]
[It's heavenly. The way Wataru's body archs up against his, the drag of fingernails against his delicate skin, the sound of that desperate voice, like an instrument. He exhales heavily upon hearing it, a hand slipping lower, down Wataru's heated skin and over his pajama pants. Ah, this, this...
His mind is racing, and it has his hand shaking gently as he brushes over the cloth at his hip. This is everything he could ever want to take. His idol, the person he's valued for so long, now laid out before him, eager to be taken. But can he? Should he? He feels like he'd be ruining something precious, like this. Taking it away selfishly, all for himself...
And yet his chest aches for it. He can't stop, he's selfish. More selfish than anyone else, enough to overtake anything, even the gods. He wants this, and even through hesitation, he brushes his fingers up along the inside of Wataru's clothed thigh testingly.]
[Eichi's hands on him are so much, so treasured, taking his entire world and turning it inside out. He feels those fingers trail over cloth, and he wants them back on his skin so, so desperately that he practically whines. But what's the worth in that? Eichi can't read his mind.
He still can't imagine being Eichi's idol, his most valued thing, but... Like this, he can believe it. Only Eichi is allowed to profane him, to speak heresies with touch, to drag him down from the heavens he's been held to. To clip his soft, white wings. To catch him on the descent, only to lift him up. Maybe Eichi sees it as selfish, but Wataru sees it as inevitable, and he's eager to be claimed.
Eichi will be the first to touch him like this. To know his secrets, ripping him open and eating him alive. He'd gladly be devoured by this ravenous angel. The hesitation is torture.]
[He can't help the breathy words he lets out, pulling back enough to separate their bodies, but only so he can drag both of his hands down Wataru's legs, dragging the cloth sloppily with them. He wants to tear these pants off, peel them slowly from him, to see what lies beneath. The desperation from Wataru and his own greed both give him confidence, and he ducks down enough to kiss teasingly at Wataru's stomach as he tugs down Wataru's pants and underthings together, nudging at him to encourage his hips to lift. He wants to at least pull them down to his knees, if not completely off.]
You're stunning. I'll touch you, of course... but to hear you ask for it like that brings me such joy, you know?
[He laughs lightly, deliriously happy, lifts his hips to let Eichi pull his pants down even as he flushes delicately from his cheeks to his chest.]
Just this once, let me need you. I can be an idol tomorrow.
[He's too impatient, and he's wiggling as Eichi goes, urging him to get that clothing off, off, off. Then, when the clothing is discarded, he sits up enough to take Eichi's hands in his, pulling one to his chest, to the mark over his heart, and pulling the other to his hip.]
I'm sorry, Eichi, it's... simply that I might disappear if you don't catch me right away.
[His hands being grabbed like that is so surprising that he blinks for a moment, stunned, before his warm smile falls back into place. Wataru is completely nude now, Eichi in only his bottoms, and he laughs softly, barely there.]
You make it sound as though you're serious about that, even if it wouldn't be possible... I won't allow you to disappear, in any case.
[He glides his hand over Wataru's chest, and the one that had been so helpfully placed at Wataru's hip slips lower as Eichi's kisses trail up him.]
If you need me, then it only makes me happy. Wataru...
[He trails off in hot breath against Wataru's neck, his own body settling slightly to one side on top of him so that his hand can properly wrap around Wataru's length. He's so heated himself now, he can feel himself growing harder, but he's focused, he wants to touch, he wants to have Wataru to himself... And so his slender fingers stroke along him to see what reaction he might have, and he holds his breath.]
I might just shrivel up and evaporate if you don't touch me enough...
[A little huff of a laugh, then he lays back down, letting Eichi have his way, hands, lips, whatever he wants to touch his heated skin with. He can't help squirming with anticipation for a moment, just until Eichi's body is settled atop his comfortably, and he can feel that hand trail between his legs. He was mostly hard, but now he's gasping softly and hiding his face against Eichi as he hardens more under his touch.
Maybe Eichi could've given him a moment to breathe, but that wouldn't be very Eichi-like... No, his fated love strokes him right away, though softly, and Wataru lets out another strangled sound of need and joy against Eichi's neck, so near his ear.]
[He shudders at the sound from Wataru so close to his ear, breathing out a laugh as he strokes again. Slowly, steadily, forming a rhythm. His own growing arousal shifts slightly against Wataru's thigh, followed by a needy breath, but he's focused, thumb pressing over Wataru's tip.]
We'll create our own heaven, just like this, where the two of us are allowed to exist in peace. Ah, Wataru... does it feel good? Those noises you're making are enough to drive anyone mad...
[They talk so much, but Eichi's all heated whispers right now, so surely it's fine.]
[He laughs, a shuddering, sweet sound, punctuated with another gasp. He cant believe this is real, the electricity between them, the tiniest wisps of forgotten lifetimes behind his eyelids when he closes his eyes. Eichi's arousal against him feels strange and lonely, and he moves a shaking hand down Eichi's arm, to his stomach, and down, down, until he can grip Eichi with the softest touch. He's so used to teasing himself, prolonging things so he can let images of Eichi dance across his consciousness, imagining this and more.
Now it really is Eichi's hand, they're really together like this, and he wonders if he'll ever look at him the same way again. They've both become beasts, now. Wataru a beast of indulgence and need, Eichi, one of hunger and power. That's how it feels. It's exquisite.]
I'll never let anyone else touch me... Eichi's hands feel too good. I'm...
[He's inexperienced and this is overwhelming and he's embarrassingly close already... His words end in a shaky cry, and he tenses his fingers delicately around Eichi.]
[His stuttered sentence comes out in a surprised fluster that he's normally better at holding back, but Wataru is reacting so lovely for him, and touching him, too... Even if his pants are kind of in the way, this type of awkward is endearing. It's desperate, it's some kind of love, he's sure of it. Their desire to touch, to be closer...
He wants to be closer still, but he's not sure how like this. He'll settle for stroking again, more, faster, imagining what he'd want himself, adapting to what Wataru seems to enjoy as he gasps against him, body shifting over him more, squirming.
More. He wants it, too. This desperation rising, this itch that needs to be scratched.]
I want to touch you more and more, Wataru... To be able to bring you this sort of joy, through my own effort... Ahh, I can really feel it... it's bringing me such excitement that I can't handle it. Please... Let me see all of you, just like this.
[It's too clumsy and awkward like this, his wrist is at a bad angle and he just... can't give Eichi what he wants to give him like this.]
No one... Only Eichi...
[But he doesn't want anyone or anything else. Just this, this closeness, this affection, this love he's never known before. There's no shame, no sense that they shouldn't be doing this, or that they're even just getting away with something. He's so focused on Eichi and his hand and the way they're writhing against each other that he can't stand it.
Ducking his head toward Eichi, he cries out again, shaky and unsure how to handle feeling this good.
Eichi wants to see all of him. He feels so exposed, but he likes it. And, thinking of Eichi, of that hand on him and the way he's fulfilling a dream he's desperately held for this short time, he curls into the other boy slightly as he suddenly releases. It's messy, he's a quivering heap of happiness and overstimulation just from these basic, simple touches, but he whimpers Eichi's name as he comes.
His fingers grasp clumsily for Eichi's waistband, even though he's still a fumbly mess from the most incredible climax of his young life. He's hardly able to think, but Eichi is so important, Eichi joining him in this is so vital...]
[It's so shocking, somehow, to have Wataru touch his waistband like that. To seem to want more, to want him. His heart flutters, and he worries for a moment that he might just fall over. But he doesn't. It's just the rush of love... of lust. Or both? He supposes.
He's reluctant about letting go of Wataru. That's the hardest part, and he kisses open mouthed at Wataru's face, his neck, and then gasps as he inches away and has to move his hand from his hard length, pressing it against the mattress for support as he shifts his hips. With Wataru's help, he can get these pants off without moving away entirely. He'll move his hips and legs to slip out of them as he needs if Wataru shoves them down enough from the start.
But he doesn't want to stop kissing. He keeps leaning back in, kissing, mouthing, muttering soft words against him. Most of them don't make much sense, but he might be able to hear "I want to be even closer" spoken softly, so heartfelt.]
[Eichi pushed Wataru over that edge, and all he wants now is to give such affection back. He hurriedly pushes the pants down and off, kicking them away off the bed so he can be fully bared next to Eichi. He doesn't care that he's made such an awful mess on their laps. He just needs to touch Eichi, and he swears he'll be satisfied, maybe forever. Or maybe it'll just make him greedier.
He wonders, but not for long, because he's eagerly wrapping a hand around Eichi's hard length again and kissing him with all the ardor he has in him. They're partners on the stage, now. They've been through hell together. Eichi is no longer the villain Wataru once thought him to be, at least not to him. And Wataru wants nothing more than to give everything to him.
Wataru pours himself into the kiss, into stroking Eichi, pressing the rest of their bodies together as much as he can, leaving room in between only for his hand to continue its work.]
[As they shift positions just enough to fit Wataru's hand between them, he moans softly, laughing bashfully shortly after. It's all so much, so shocking, it doesn't feel real. He can barely react to anything on time.]
It was beautiful.
[He wants him to know that. To know that he doesn't care about the mess, about how scandalous this is, about how having this exposed could ruin them both. He only cares about Wataru. They can move forward together without worry.
Ah, it's really so exciting, it's only adding to that rising heat in his stomach. Every touch is too much, his body is so sensitive, and he knows he won't be able to last very long no matter how hard he tries. He's not used to this... But he wants to be able to do this all the time.]
I'm... I'm yours, Wataru. We decided that, didn't we? To be each other's... to stop for no one else, ah—
[He can't keep speaking and so he kisses again instead, burying his moans into it, hips rocking down into that hand, jerking with it. Then he has to part from the kiss, hanging his head to just breathe, the side of his face against the side of Wataru's, his body tensing as the stroking becomes too much.
Then it's his turn to make a mess. His release is everywhere before he can register it, and the energy he's just spent finally takes it out of him as his world turns dizzy. He flops to one side, on the bed, breathing heavily, but even through his exhaustion, a hand raises to find and cup Wataru's face.]
I'll always say your name, I'll always want to hold it close... If I say you're mine, then you're mine, right? And we'll be amazing... perfect... higher than anyone else... Because it's us.
[He gasps and gulps the words between kisses, his body still so light, his hand working as the other touches Eichi's face softly, gently. They'll have so many more times to do this, won't they? Wataru will find a way, even if he's Romeo under his lover's balcony without the knowledge of their families. Even if he has to disgrace and humble himself, he'll have Eichi. He's not even thinking about the consequences right now, or what could happen if they got caught. All he's thinking about is how he never wants anything else to make him feel this good. Just Eichi. Always and forever Eichi.]
That's right, Eichi's mine. Mine to hold and touch and kiss and adore with all my heart! Until you can say you love me with your lips close to mine, I'll keep you even closer. I'll guard you and let no one else see how beautiful you can be...
[His pace stumbles, but he manages to regain it, then with more kisses, more affection, more pure, bared love, he nudges Eichi over the edge, too. Then Eichi rolls over slightly, and Wataru, suddenly shy, draws his hand away and marvels down at the mess they've both left on his skin. At least it won't be so bad to clean up... but he really is a sight right now.]
Oh... Eichi...
[He turns his head to nuzzle that hand, sighing happily.]
[It's wonderful, feeling Wataru's energy next to him, this feeling just after release. The cool air in his bedroom is cold on his bare skin, but Wataru's warmth overrides it, being this close. He strokes his fingers where he's nuzzling, admiring him with shining eyes in the dark.]
Neither have I. It feels as though something quite heavy in my chest has been lifted, as well... Can you feel that, I wonder?
[His hand slips away to dip lower, brushing delicately over Wataru's mark on his chest.]
This...
[Mm. There's no way he can go a second time, but he's admiring Wataru's body right now, eyes trailing lower, fingers soon following until he can grab at Wataru's hips and pull him closer.]
If I had more stamina, I'd ask that we do this for the rest of the night, you know. What an addicting feeling... I only want to feel Wataru again and again, in so many ways... This won't be the only time, will it? Will you indulge me often, Wataru?
It would be cruel to show me a world like this and hold it out of reach, after all.
[Wataru can't help but look back at him with equal admiration, with affection, with overflowing feelings. They're so close right now. Emotionally, physically, spiritually, this is the closest they've ever been and Wataru is basking in the afterglow entirely.]
When you touch me, I can feel it. Us. The bond we've shared forever. If that's too bold to say, let me die a bold man!
[And then Eichi pulls him close, mess and all, and Wataru just shudders a content sigh. They can be like this, imperfect, human, animals even, and he can be held like this, and Eichi can show him some kind of love that Wataru can't get anywhere else. The love he only wants from Eichi.]
I meant it when I said I won't let anyone else touch me. You're the only one I want. Your hands... I've begged for you silently, I've tried to will this to happen with dreams and hopes, but for it to really... For us to be like this!
[He kisses Eichi's lips softly.]
This is our world, this comfortable, safe, Amazing place we've created together. I'll indulge you all you like, if you promise to bring me back to this feeling. Over and over again, Eichi! The two of us, together! Let's always act like lovers who meet but once a year, so every encounter will be so powerful as this. I think without this feeling, I might now well wither up.
So long as you continue to shine like this, I have no need for anyone else to touch me. You'll keep my attention, Wataru, because you never bore me. So draw me in, again and again... and I won't look at anyone else.
[It's simple, he thinks. They're destined, but more than that, he just wants to follow his heart. Smiling against that last kiss, he closes his eyes, relaxing.]
Let me sleep here for a time longer. Staff comes to check on me in my room in the morning, but I can be sure to rise before then.
[Wataru has hardly anything to say to that, and he's a messy mess, so he frantically feels around in the bed for his t-shirt before using it indecently to clean himself off a bit. Then he curls in toward his lover, his fated companion, and sighs softly.]
Wake me up before you leave. I don't want to find myself without you in the morning. The very thought makes me want to cry.
No, Eichi. Thank you for allowing it. For coming to me when I called with my whole heart.
[Sexting is totally heartfelt, he promises. And he'll do it forever, now. He puts a gentle arm around Eichi, bringing him closer still, and kisses his forehead before snuggling down into the pillows beside him.]
I've wanted to sleep beside you. To feel your warmth. You breath, soft on my skin. An arm around me. Now... go to sleep, Eichi. I'll watch over you until you're soundly cradled in slumber.
[Eichi says it, but he's already breathing comfortably, and before long, he drifts off. It would be the most comfortable night if not for some strange dreams that he can hardly remember. About him, about Wataru... Is it because they're sleeping close?
He dreams of Wataru always out of reach. A stream of time keeping them apart, forcing them to try again, and again... He dreams of himself getting close so many times, but his body collapsing before he has the chance to manage it. They're all like this. Upsetting, bitter more than sweet, causing him to stir in his sleep and softly murmur, and at one point, close to the time he's meant to wake, he clutches tighter at Wataru without even realizing it, breath sucking in deep, terrified.]
[Eichi drifts off, and Wataru presses the softest kiss to Eichi's nose, before allowing himself to sleep, his lover cradled in his arms, their bodies warm together.
Wataru's dreams, by turns, are happy and sad. He finds Eichi in a crowd, or in an unexpected place, and the reunion is joyous... Then something happens and Wataru finds himself ripped away, to the point where Eichi gripping him in his sleep startles him awake. He steadies his breathing, panicked, shallow sleep not enough to give him rest. Someday he'll be accustomed to someone sleeping beside him, but not today.
Eichi is practically shaking, and Wataru pulls him close.]
Shh, my prince. There there. Your knight is here, no, your beloved jester... I'll chase away all the bad things with smiles.
[He breathes it out at the words of comfort, stirring awake from them. His nightmares had jolted him enough, but he wraps his arms more completely, pulls himself close, still shaking even as he tries to stop.]
I thought you had been taken again. [A thought that fills him with dread... He's not reassured, now that they're awake, even if Wataru's words are nice. He needs to think about how he can protect Wataru. What he can do to keep him from harm.] That I was unable to reach you, no matter what I did...
Eichi... I'll never leave your side. I won't let death take me, nor distance, nor anyone in the world. This is our life, together, and I'll see it through.
[He holds him tight, rocking a bit in what he hopes is a playfully comforting manner.]
I've decided to become immortal for you. Nothing will steal me away!
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Eichi's hips rock down to meet his, and dignity be damned, Wataru can't help crying out delightedly, feeling warmth radiate up into his torso. Everywhere Eichi touches is graced with electricity. And to know that he's been waiting for this...!
Their lips meet, and Wataru gives in completely, no need for words, no need to communicate with anything but warm, needy movements of hips, the tangle of tongues and the sweetest press of lips.
Another gasp, and his fingers are curved against Eichi's chest, seeking more, seeking his affection, his never ending tolerance. Someday, someday, will he see more than what they have now? Is this a prelude, or a death knell for how things are now? He doesn't care, as he obediently runs his hands beneath Eichi's arms and drags his nails down his eternal lover's back. Breaking the kiss only enough to breathe against Eichi's lips, he says his name like a desperate prayer, soft, gentle, pleading.]
Eichi...
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His mind is racing, and it has his hand shaking gently as he brushes over the cloth at his hip. This is everything he could ever want to take. His idol, the person he's valued for so long, now laid out before him, eager to be taken. But can he? Should he? He feels like he'd be ruining something precious, like this. Taking it away selfishly, all for himself...
And yet his chest aches for it. He can't stop, he's selfish. More selfish than anyone else, enough to overtake anything, even the gods. He wants this, and even through hesitation, he brushes his fingers up along the inside of Wataru's clothed thigh testingly.]
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He still can't imagine being Eichi's idol, his most valued thing, but... Like this, he can believe it. Only Eichi is allowed to profane him, to speak heresies with touch, to drag him down from the heavens he's been held to. To clip his soft, white wings. To catch him on the descent, only to lift him up. Maybe Eichi sees it as selfish, but Wataru sees it as inevitable, and he's eager to be claimed.
Eichi will be the first to touch him like this. To know his secrets, ripping him open and eating him alive. He'd gladly be devoured by this ravenous angel. The hesitation is torture.]
Please, Eichi... Touch me...?
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[He can't help the breathy words he lets out, pulling back enough to separate their bodies, but only so he can drag both of his hands down Wataru's legs, dragging the cloth sloppily with them. He wants to tear these pants off, peel them slowly from him, to see what lies beneath. The desperation from Wataru and his own greed both give him confidence, and he ducks down enough to kiss teasingly at Wataru's stomach as he tugs down Wataru's pants and underthings together, nudging at him to encourage his hips to lift. He wants to at least pull them down to his knees, if not completely off.]
You're stunning. I'll touch you, of course... but to hear you ask for it like that brings me such joy, you know?
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[He laughs lightly, deliriously happy, lifts his hips to let Eichi pull his pants down even as he flushes delicately from his cheeks to his chest.]
Just this once, let me need you. I can be an idol tomorrow.
[He's too impatient, and he's wiggling as Eichi goes, urging him to get that clothing off, off, off. Then, when the clothing is discarded, he sits up enough to take Eichi's hands in his, pulling one to his chest, to the mark over his heart, and pulling the other to his hip.]
I'm sorry, Eichi, it's... simply that I might disappear if you don't catch me right away.
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[His hands being grabbed like that is so surprising that he blinks for a moment, stunned, before his warm smile falls back into place. Wataru is completely nude now, Eichi in only his bottoms, and he laughs softly, barely there.]
You make it sound as though you're serious about that, even if it wouldn't be possible... I won't allow you to disappear, in any case.
[He glides his hand over Wataru's chest, and the one that had been so helpfully placed at Wataru's hip slips lower as Eichi's kisses trail up him.]
If you need me, then it only makes me happy. Wataru...
[He trails off in hot breath against Wataru's neck, his own body settling slightly to one side on top of him so that his hand can properly wrap around Wataru's length. He's so heated himself now, he can feel himself growing harder, but he's focused, he wants to touch, he wants to have Wataru to himself... And so his slender fingers stroke along him to see what reaction he might have, and he holds his breath.]
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[A little huff of a laugh, then he lays back down, letting Eichi have his way, hands, lips, whatever he wants to touch his heated skin with. He can't help squirming with anticipation for a moment, just until Eichi's body is settled atop his comfortably, and he can feel that hand trail between his legs. He was mostly hard, but now he's gasping softly and hiding his face against Eichi as he hardens more under his touch.
Maybe Eichi could've given him a moment to breathe, but that wouldn't be very Eichi-like... No, his fated love strokes him right away, though softly, and Wataru lets out another strangled sound of need and joy against Eichi's neck, so near his ear.]
Eichi... Ah, have I died and gone to heaven?
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[He shudders at the sound from Wataru so close to his ear, breathing out a laugh as he strokes again. Slowly, steadily, forming a rhythm. His own growing arousal shifts slightly against Wataru's thigh, followed by a needy breath, but he's focused, thumb pressing over Wataru's tip.]
We'll create our own heaven, just like this, where the two of us are allowed to exist in peace. Ah, Wataru... does it feel good? Those noises you're making are enough to drive anyone mad...
[They talk so much, but Eichi's all heated whispers right now, so surely it's fine.]
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[He laughs, a shuddering, sweet sound, punctuated with another gasp. He cant believe this is real, the electricity between them, the tiniest wisps of forgotten lifetimes behind his eyelids when he closes his eyes. Eichi's arousal against him feels strange and lonely, and he moves a shaking hand down Eichi's arm, to his stomach, and down, down, until he can grip Eichi with the softest touch. He's so used to teasing himself, prolonging things so he can let images of Eichi dance across his consciousness, imagining this and more.
Now it really is Eichi's hand, they're really together like this, and he wonders if he'll ever look at him the same way again. They've both become beasts, now. Wataru a beast of indulgence and need, Eichi, one of hunger and power. That's how it feels. It's exquisite.]
I'll never let anyone else touch me... Eichi's hands feel too good. I'm...
[He's inexperienced and this is overwhelming and he's embarrassingly close already... His words end in a shaky cry, and he tenses his fingers delicately around Eichi.]
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[His stuttered sentence comes out in a surprised fluster that he's normally better at holding back, but Wataru is reacting so lovely for him, and touching him, too... Even if his pants are kind of in the way, this type of awkward is endearing. It's desperate, it's some kind of love, he's sure of it. Their desire to touch, to be closer...
He wants to be closer still, but he's not sure how like this. He'll settle for stroking again, more, faster, imagining what he'd want himself, adapting to what Wataru seems to enjoy as he gasps against him, body shifting over him more, squirming.
More. He wants it, too. This desperation rising, this itch that needs to be scratched.]
I want to touch you more and more, Wataru... To be able to bring you this sort of joy, through my own effort... Ahh, I can really feel it... it's bringing me such excitement that I can't handle it. Please... Let me see all of you, just like this.
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No one... Only Eichi...
[But he doesn't want anyone or anything else. Just this, this closeness, this affection, this love he's never known before. There's no shame, no sense that they shouldn't be doing this, or that they're even just getting away with something. He's so focused on Eichi and his hand and the way they're writhing against each other that he can't stand it.
Ducking his head toward Eichi, he cries out again, shaky and unsure how to handle feeling this good.
Eichi wants to see all of him. He feels so exposed, but he likes it. And, thinking of Eichi, of that hand on him and the way he's fulfilling a dream he's desperately held for this short time, he curls into the other boy slightly as he suddenly releases. It's messy, he's a quivering heap of happiness and overstimulation just from these basic, simple touches, but he whimpers Eichi's name as he comes.
His fingers grasp clumsily for Eichi's waistband, even though he's still a fumbly mess from the most incredible climax of his young life. He's hardly able to think, but Eichi is so important, Eichi joining him in this is so vital...]
Let me...
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He's reluctant about letting go of Wataru. That's the hardest part, and he kisses open mouthed at Wataru's face, his neck, and then gasps as he inches away and has to move his hand from his hard length, pressing it against the mattress for support as he shifts his hips. With Wataru's help, he can get these pants off without moving away entirely. He'll move his hips and legs to slip out of them as he needs if Wataru shoves them down enough from the start.
But he doesn't want to stop kissing. He keeps leaning back in, kissing, mouthing, muttering soft words against him. Most of them don't make much sense, but he might be able to hear "I want to be even closer" spoken softly, so heartfelt.]
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He wonders, but not for long, because he's eagerly wrapping a hand around Eichi's hard length again and kissing him with all the ardor he has in him. They're partners on the stage, now. They've been through hell together. Eichi is no longer the villain Wataru once thought him to be, at least not to him. And Wataru wants nothing more than to give everything to him.
Wataru pours himself into the kiss, into stroking Eichi, pressing the rest of their bodies together as much as he can, leaving room in between only for his hand to continue its work.]
I want to make Eichi mine, too...
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[As they shift positions just enough to fit Wataru's hand between them, he moans softly, laughing bashfully shortly after. It's all so much, so shocking, it doesn't feel real. He can barely react to anything on time.]
It was beautiful.
[He wants him to know that. To know that he doesn't care about the mess, about how scandalous this is, about how having this exposed could ruin them both. He only cares about Wataru. They can move forward together without worry.
Ah, it's really so exciting, it's only adding to that rising heat in his stomach. Every touch is too much, his body is so sensitive, and he knows he won't be able to last very long no matter how hard he tries. He's not used to this... But he wants to be able to do this all the time.]
I'm... I'm yours, Wataru. We decided that, didn't we? To be each other's... to stop for no one else, ah—
[He can't keep speaking and so he kisses again instead, burying his moans into it, hips rocking down into that hand, jerking with it. Then he has to part from the kiss, hanging his head to just breathe, the side of his face against the side of Wataru's, his body tensing as the stroking becomes too much.
Then it's his turn to make a mess. His release is everywhere before he can register it, and the energy he's just spent finally takes it out of him as his world turns dizzy. He flops to one side, on the bed, breathing heavily, but even through his exhaustion, a hand raises to find and cup Wataru's face.]
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[He gasps and gulps the words between kisses, his body still so light, his hand working as the other touches Eichi's face softly, gently. They'll have so many more times to do this, won't they? Wataru will find a way, even if he's Romeo under his lover's balcony without the knowledge of their families. Even if he has to disgrace and humble himself, he'll have Eichi. He's not even thinking about the consequences right now, or what could happen if they got caught. All he's thinking about is how he never wants anything else to make him feel this good. Just Eichi. Always and forever Eichi.]
That's right, Eichi's mine. Mine to hold and touch and kiss and adore with all my heart! Until you can say you love me with your lips close to mine, I'll keep you even closer. I'll guard you and let no one else see how beautiful you can be...
[His pace stumbles, but he manages to regain it, then with more kisses, more affection, more pure, bared love, he nudges Eichi over the edge, too. Then Eichi rolls over slightly, and Wataru, suddenly shy, draws his hand away and marvels down at the mess they've both left on his skin. At least it won't be so bad to clean up... but he really is a sight right now.]
Oh... Eichi...
[He turns his head to nuzzle that hand, sighing happily.]
I've never felt so wonderful...
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Neither have I. It feels as though something quite heavy in my chest has been lifted, as well... Can you feel that, I wonder?
[His hand slips away to dip lower, brushing delicately over Wataru's mark on his chest.]
This...
[Mm. There's no way he can go a second time, but he's admiring Wataru's body right now, eyes trailing lower, fingers soon following until he can grab at Wataru's hips and pull him closer.]
If I had more stamina, I'd ask that we do this for the rest of the night, you know. What an addicting feeling... I only want to feel Wataru again and again, in so many ways... This won't be the only time, will it? Will you indulge me often, Wataru?
It would be cruel to show me a world like this and hold it out of reach, after all.
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When you touch me, I can feel it. Us. The bond we've shared forever. If that's too bold to say, let me die a bold man!
[And then Eichi pulls him close, mess and all, and Wataru just shudders a content sigh. They can be like this, imperfect, human, animals even, and he can be held like this, and Eichi can show him some kind of love that Wataru can't get anywhere else. The love he only wants from Eichi.]
I meant it when I said I won't let anyone else touch me. You're the only one I want. Your hands... I've begged for you silently, I've tried to will this to happen with dreams and hopes, but for it to really... For us to be like this!
[He kisses Eichi's lips softly.]
This is our world, this comfortable, safe, Amazing place we've created together. I'll indulge you all you like, if you promise to bring me back to this feeling. Over and over again, Eichi! The two of us, together! Let's always act like lovers who meet but once a year, so every encounter will be so powerful as this. I think without this feeling, I might now well wither up.
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[It's simple, he thinks. They're destined, but more than that, he just wants to follow his heart. Smiling against that last kiss, he closes his eyes, relaxing.]
Let me sleep here for a time longer. Staff comes to check on me in my room in the morning, but I can be sure to rise before then.
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Wake me up before you leave. I don't want to find myself without you in the morning. The very thought makes me want to cry.
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[He cuddles in close, forgetting about anything else. He can shower in the morning. Right now, this is precious time with Wataru.]
Thank you... for sharing your love with someone like me.
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[Sexting is totally heartfelt, he promises. And he'll do it forever, now. He puts a gentle arm around Eichi, bringing him closer still, and kisses his forehead before snuggling down into the pillows beside him.]
I've wanted to sleep beside you. To feel your warmth. You breath, soft on my skin. An arm around me. Now... go to sleep, Eichi. I'll watch over you until you're soundly cradled in slumber.
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[Eichi says it, but he's already breathing comfortably, and before long, he drifts off. It would be the most comfortable night if not for some strange dreams that he can hardly remember. About him, about Wataru... Is it because they're sleeping close?
He dreams of Wataru always out of reach. A stream of time keeping them apart, forcing them to try again, and again... He dreams of himself getting close so many times, but his body collapsing before he has the chance to manage it. They're all like this. Upsetting, bitter more than sweet, causing him to stir in his sleep and softly murmur, and at one point, close to the time he's meant to wake, he clutches tighter at Wataru without even realizing it, breath sucking in deep, terrified.]
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Wataru's dreams, by turns, are happy and sad. He finds Eichi in a crowd, or in an unexpected place, and the reunion is joyous... Then something happens and Wataru finds himself ripped away, to the point where Eichi gripping him in his sleep startles him awake. He steadies his breathing, panicked, shallow sleep not enough to give him rest. Someday he'll be accustomed to someone sleeping beside him, but not today.
Eichi is practically shaking, and Wataru pulls him close.]
Shh, my prince. There there. Your knight is here, no, your beloved jester... I'll chase away all the bad things with smiles.
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[He breathes it out at the words of comfort, stirring awake from them. His nightmares had jolted him enough, but he wraps his arms more completely, pulls himself close, still shaking even as he tries to stop.]
I thought you had been taken again. [A thought that fills him with dread... He's not reassured, now that they're awake, even if Wataru's words are nice. He needs to think about how he can protect Wataru. What he can do to keep him from harm.] That I was unable to reach you, no matter what I did...
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[He holds him tight, rocking a bit in what he hopes is a playfully comforting manner.]
I've decided to become immortal for you. Nothing will steal me away!
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